Day 1, Page 5

“Your ring? Uh, yeah, I lost it. I was walking down West 60th when a parakeet flew up and ripped it right out of my hands. No, that actually happened. No, I wasn’t on anything. Don’t get mad, bro.” (starts making phony static noises) “Sorry, you’re bre–ing up–call–ba–er–” (hangs up)

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Mace’s 1st expression: “Did a bird just snatch a ring out of my hand?”
Mace’s 2nd expression: “Shit, did I even have a fucking ring in my hand? Whoa…”